Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.